And I was counting the teeth of the stamps, I said "Thank God Merry Christmas."
I felt normal but my thirty years were a few more of them but it does not matter now back to work.
sang the mess of dreams of being the ungrateful French and Davan did not denounce the idea of \u200b\u200bmen in balcony of one May, a single country.
And I used common sense face repeat "not vogliamoci of evil" and I feel normal and I find myself still to be measured on them and now it's too late, now back to work.
risked the road and it takes a man to pay even a sense of being able to bleed and the sense not to be risk but perhaps not want to endure.
Who knows what lies in freeing the confidence in their own temptations, the intruders away by our emotions, take them away in time, before finding himself alone with the fear of not returning to work. Risking freedom
street by street, I forget the tracks back home it's worth, to get to meet people without having to feign innocence.
I try to repeat them over and goes beyond the idea of \u200b\u200bglass as they leave me behind, along with the courage to not know the rules of the game without my trusty little afraid of me.
now I'm late for my friends for the oil could go it alone lighting up the dynamite who has the face and shows only the face is always pleasant, more and more inaccurate.
And the explosive splitting, cutting, poking among the guests at a masked ball, I am invited to take over the imprint behind each mask that blows and not to have pity for my first time. Fabrizio De André
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